I’ve chased the sun from one end of the world to the next.
I’ve skipped time over the varying parts of the world.
Does it make me well versed?
Does it mean I am younger?
I’ve chased the sun on the horizon for so long.
I’ve chased the insatiable need for a new day everyday.
I’ve forgotten the millions of stars which light the night.
I’ve forgotten the possibility of uncertainty in darkness.
I’ve chased the sun for so many years, I’ve forgotten the serenity of twilight.
Sun peaking through the blades of grass and dancing on the dandelions delicate seeds,
secretly wishing their own little wish to be whisked away to your little hands.
Warm nights spent filled with late evening rays and brilliant mornings crowning each memory
with more heat than can be felt in the dog days of the Sweetest Summertime.
Light and warmth is what makes it summertime, but family is what makes it sweet. We’ve already begun our summer of memories, so instead of pining with anticipation, I’ll say that I am eager to make more!